Cradling his child, mere minutes after birth, soothed something deep within Roy’s heart. It was as if the fissures, formed over half a lifetime of emotional neglect, melted and healed.

In a moment, seated in an ICU, situated high above the city streets, Roy made a promise to the God he’d denied, to his grandmother, and to himself. He’d rise.

Lights from the city below the hill, shone. For unto him, a child was born: Forever safe, forever loved.

~ an altered scene

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Anna G. Watson

~ write like a painter